Chapter 175

Episode 175

“What are you doing...”

“I have something to say.”

“....”

What is this unexpected visit?

I wasn’t thinking about a meeting or an important agenda, but I couldn’t understand Myungjin’s sudden behavior.

Myung-jin, who entered the door violently as if about to break it, suddenly approaches with great force and sits down in front of Myeong-hyeon, glaring at him with eyes burning with enthusiasm.

“Give me the Good Heart Gong.”

“...”

All right?

without explanation?

Are you a robber wearing a coat? I almost wanted to ask.

No, by the way, wasn’t Myung-jin, his priest, a person who acted so recklessly?

Myeong-hyun blinked at the sudden action of Myeong-jin and tried to understand the situation that had befallen him.

“Look. Please explain something.”

“...”

Myung-jin, who acted with enthusiasm, lowered his head embarrassedly when he saw Myeong-hyeon soothe himself with a bewildered expression.

“Oh sorry. I’m so spoiled...”

“No. Hehe, it’s the first time you’ve reacted like this in 10 years, so I’m just a little taken aback. Oh no It was like that even after eating meat back then.”

“...”

Myeong-hyeon looked at Myeong-jin and smiled warmly. He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

“Now, tell me again step by step. How do you ask for a sheep heart hole?”

“That’s...”

Myeongjin blushed as she explained about Jinmu’s wish and the story of Cheongmu revealed by Ungong.

And when the long story was over, Myeonghyeon nodded.

“Hmm that was it. I vaguely remember hearing about the second half of Yang Eui Heart Gong. But that was true...”

“Did you know?”

“Even though this person has not been formally succeeded by his ancestors, he is a master of shamanism.”

At Myeong-hyeon’s words, Myeong-jin reflected on his actions even more.

When he became a master, his predecessor had already passed away due to the invasion of the wicked Revolutionary Army.

In the long history of shamanism, Myeonghyeon is the only person with a long career who has not been formally succeeded.

Myung-jin, thinking that he hadn’t understood his feelings, bowed his head deeply again.

“I’m sorry if you felt offended.”

“What are you sorry about?”

Myeong-hyeon laughed blankly as if he understood everything.

Myung-jin’s heart for his pupil was a fact that he had known for a long time.

Wasn’t he the one who left everything behind if it was a disciple’s work even though he was sick?

Wanting to make him one of the greatest disciples, protesting against the Ten Commandments, sending a disciple to the Cheongyang Merchant Corps, and requesting to send a mark.

It was all about him personally expressing his opinion with his clear voice and dignified eyes.

It seemed that he had regained his strength, which made me happy.

“But even if it were real, I don’t know if it will survive. It’s been over a hundred years.”

“yes. I came to see you. This is the spirit ball of conscience that the child could not obtain because of the shaman’s discipline. I have a way to get it, so I went out to get it, but I’m worried that I won’t be disappointed because I can’t get it either.”

Myeonghyun nodded.

That’s right.

From generation to generation, isn’t Yanguisimgong a martial art passed down only to shamans and masters?

“Hmm, but we can’t ignore tradition, so we’ll have to go through the council of elders to decide.”

“I know.”

“Don’t worry about anything. Yanguisimgong is a martial art that represents shamans, but didn’t everyone feel sorry for it because no one succeeded even after learning it?”

The moment the sword was lowered to the floor, the blue seongi that had drawn clouds in the air plummeted toward the floor like rain soaked in dark clouds.

“Foreclosure!”

With the second spirit, he lowered his stance and gathered all the energy into the swordplay as if he were being sucked in following the hand he pulled with both hands.

At the moment when the energy was condensed as if it would explode as the energy repeated, the sword extended like a flash of light with the third spirit, creating a halo of light.

Paaang!

The blue energy from the sword reached its climax along with the sound of a leather drum exploding, cutting off the tail connected to the sword and flying through the air like an arrow.

Whoa!

The shot energy pierced through an armful of rocks and disappeared, making a harsh noise.

Kwaryu Ryu! Blasphemy! Wow!

The rock shattered, with halos of light penetrating everywhere on the surface.

“Whoa whoa...”

The swordsman, who had finished eating all the food, took a deep breath and saved his energy, and each person watching him had a different expression.

Those who sat on the platform were proud of their younger students, and those below the platform were amazed and amazed.

But not everyone was happy.

Some of the people under the altar were jealous and envious of those who were more accomplished than they were.

The name of the swordsman was none other than Gapmuban Musaeng Cheongsang.

clap clap clap!

When his demonstration was over, Chungwoo, who seemed to have gained a little more weight than when he was in the shaman, clapped his hands eagerly, and Jegalsansan smiled with a pleased expression.

“Good job.”

“yes.”

When Yongbong-gwan’s assistant governor Yongmu Yeowol-hyeop patted him on the shoulder, Cheong-sang politely threw a fist and retreated.

After the swordsmanship of Cheongsang, who was the representative of the Gapmu class, all the demonstrations that Yongbonggwan had prepared were over.

The place where the demonstration was held was none other than the Jeongmu-maeng’s Grand Ballroom.

In a place where thousands of warriors could be seated in one place, all warriors who were divided into Ka-eul soldiers and the heads of the armed forces were present.

It was because of the warriors who were all sitting on the altar that the seats were prepared in about a month after the selection of the eight Musaengs of Gapmuban was completed.

It was filled with such great people that even the elders, who are called the heads of the political affairs league, and the heads of the six armed forces could not be seated there.

Even Yeo Wol-hyeop, the vice-governor of Yongbong-gwan, could not sit there.

Including Cheol Ji-ryang, the swordsman who sits in the center, Mupunggae Yang So-bang Geomhye Byeok-eun Changcheon Namgung Muhyu Gwangho Paenguibang.

Jeongmu Chilseong, excluding Dangwi and Punghwan.

It was the first time since the establishment of the Jeongmu-maeng that those who had lived in the name of absolute were gathered in one place.

“Lord! All demonstrations are over.”

After the demonstration, the soldiers of the Gabmuban lined up in one line, and Yeowolhyeop turned around and fired at the unit.

After getting up from his seat and receiving his greeting, Cheol Ji-ryang looks down at the platform with a happy expression.

“Everyone has suffered. The main leader was once again impressed by the demonstrations prepared by each class.”

Cheol Ji-ryang’s roaring cry fills the gymnasium like a lion’s roar.

“Seeing how cool they are, I can see that the custodians in charge of each class put a lot of effort into it. I hope you all enjoy the prepared banquet!”

The demonstration ended with Cheol Ji-ryang’s congratulations, and the Yongbong officials headed to the banquet hall prepared for each class under the guidance of the bridgeheads.

After the observation, Chungmu Chilseong was guided separately and took a seat in the banquet hall prepared in the patronage of the leader’s residence.

Other than Chilseong for political affairs, only Yongbonggwanju Deung Yeopyeong and Daegunsa Jegal Hyeopjin participated.

Delicacies from the mountains and seas and various types of silk were prepared, but the place they met after a long time was not very bright.

The atmosphere was as cold as ice as everyone was sitting in silence and only making hard faces.

“It’s such a long-awaited meeting, so why is everyone so awkward? Let’s all have a drink.”

Yang Xiaobang, who couldn’t stand it, trembled and laughed to lighten the atmosphere, but it didn’t help at all.

“I will ask you one question.”

In the long silence, the first to speak was none other than Gwangho’s room.

“Tell me.”

On behalf of Cheol Ji-ryang, Jegal cooperation came out.

“What is the selection criteria for Yongbonggwan’s first class?”

There were thorns in Peng’s voice for unknown reasons.